Easter Vigil, Sort Of
A vigil, no, simply quiet reflection Minutes before midnight, with all asleep Little Liesl-Dog perhaps dreams of squirrels, For she has chased and barked them all the day; The kittens are disposed with their mother…
A vigil, no, simply quiet reflection Minutes before midnight, with all asleep Little Liesl-Dog perhaps dreams of squirrels, For she has chased and barked them all the day; The kittens are disposed with their mother…
Let us who are blind feel your face, the true Green Man, carved in the wood. But the green that you gave to the springtime, the green that you gave to the turning…
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